Violet
“How much did our grandson weigh?” Valerie asked.
“Ten pounds, eleven ounces, Mom,” Doom answered.
Her eyes widened slightly before she looked at her son.
“Go put a shirt on.”
I smiled.
Doom didn't argue. He headed toward the bedroom.
“Coffee just finished brewing,” I told them.
“Why don't you go take a shower, honey?” Valerie suggested.
“I'll make breakfast and watch Thane.”
That sounded heavenly.
“Thank you. A shower sounds amazing.”
I trusted Valerie completely with my son.
When I entered the bedroom, Doom was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing both hands down his face.
I laughed softly.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He groaned.
“All that damn riding and these late-night feedings. I'm f*****g beat.”
“I can't say this too loudly because your parents are here.
"But l
